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She gasped under his kiss, and he brushed his lips down her neck,

letting the sound roll through him.

“Luc . . .” Alyssa put a hand to his shoulder.

He was certain she meant to push him away. Instead, she gripped his

hair in her fist and pulled him closer, her lips feathering across his jaw, her

teeth nipping at his ear.

A shiver racked him. God, what was it about this woman? Around her,

he couldn‟t keep his head.

Or, he feared, his heart.

Alyssa raised to her knees above him and pushed him to his back. He

went willingly, groaning when she ripped the sheet away from his body and

fell on top of him, her mouth searing its way across his chest. She did those

wicked little tricks with his nipples again, and damn if he wasn‟t already so

hard he couldn‟t string a thought together.

When her hand drifted down his abdomen and her fingers circled his

cock, he cried out.

“You like that?” she asked, all coy vixen as she stroked his length

roughly.

“Fuck, yes.”

“Everyone else thinks you‟re controlled. A great Southern gentleman.”

She laughed. “You‟re so not gentlemanly in the bedroom.”

Again, she stroked him up and down, her grasp tight, her pace

blistering. When her thumb brushed the crest of his cock, his back arched

and his eyes flew wide.
Jesus!

Alyssa redefined pleasure for him. Virtually every drop of blood in his

body had pooled between his legs. The pressure was intense, and every

stroke piled sensation on top of sensation.

Then she slid her way down his body.

“Not a good idea,” he croaked.

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But his hands delved into her hair, holding her between his legs. He

guided her to his cock.

At the first touch of her mouth, need spiked. He gritted his teeth. “Oh,

God.”

Watch her; he had to. Luc didn‟t want to miss a moment of her mouth

on him. She batted her lashes, her blue eyes alive and electric, shocking

him down to his core. That sweet red mouth opened, the plump lower lip

the perfect resting place for his dick. Her tongue peeked out, swiping his

head as if she licked a lollipop. Then she moaned and licked her lips—and

he lost his mind.

“Suck it,” he demanded. “Put my cock in your mouth and suck hard.”

Instead, she raised a brow at him, then licked his balls, running a

thumb up the length of his dick. Different sensations—ones that were like

adding gasoline to the funeral pyre of his restraint.

“I don‟t take orders. If I suck you, it will be when and how
I
want.”

His fists tightened in her hair. The woman was taunting him. Bad, bad

move. His control was shot, body taut, teeth clenched as he tried to get it

together. But she drew her tongue up his length again, grazing the

sensitive crest with her teeth. He hissed in sizzling pleasure. He‟d never

been one for the painful edge of desire before, but the way Alyssa

delivered it . . . Damn.

Taking himself in hand, he guided his cock to her mouth.

“Suck it now,” he snapped, his voice tight, strained. He‟d apologize

later. Right now he really needed to feel the wet silk of her mouth heating

his cock to a fever.

The moment her tongue cradled his dick, Luc sucked in a sharp

breath. The rush of sensation blistered its way through him, darting down

his legs. Desire seared his entire body as Alyssa‟s head bobbed up and

down. Gorgeous sight.

She took him to the back of her throat, then eased out with a suction

so strong, Luc nearly lost his mind. Her tongue flirted across his head as

her fingernails dug into his thighs. Desire swelled, rapidly pushing the limits

of his endurance and control. It had taken her maybe thirty seconds to

bring him to the edge.
Fuck!
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hands in her hair, trying to slow her down. Every flare of sensation and

searing tingle worked against him. God, he couldn‟t last long like this.

No, he wasn‟t coming in her mouth. Her pussy. It had to be there. Very

quickly, that had become his favorite place. As much as he loved her

mouth and couldn‟t wait to explore her ass again . . . he needed to be deep

inside the most female part of her, pounding her through multiple orgasms

before he finally let go.

But first, he‟d repay the brazen witch for her teasing.

Lifting her off his cock, he heard an audible pop when he left her

mouth. She reached for him again, whimpering in frustration.

“I wasn‟t done,” she growled.

“You are for now. My turn.”

Anticipation scorched his system as he wrapped his arms around her

and lifted her up past his hips, over his abdomen, raising her above his

shoulders—and settling her thighs on either side of his face.

“Luc!” she protested.

He didn‟t bother answering her. The scent of her musky tang pierced

his system and revved up his desire. Blood sizzled in his veins as he

grabbed her hips and lifted his head, swiping his tongue through the wet

folds of her pussy until he reached her clit. Wet, swollen, hard.
Perfect
.

When he sucked it into his mouth, she released a high-pitched, ragged

gasp and clutched the headboard as if she needed serious steadying. Luc

smiled and ran the flat of his tongue over her sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Oh, my—Oh . . . Luc,” she panted. “That‟s so—Damn! It‟s fast. I

can‟t—”

He scraped his teeth over her clit gently . . . with just enough pressure

to prove to her that, in fact, she could. Right that instant.

Alyssa screamed in pleasure, and it was the sweetest sound. Her

release filled him with primal need and a satisfaction unlike any other. He‟d

always insisted on leaving partners sated, but this was both gratifying and

frustrating. Incredible . . . but not enough. Not nearly.

Cream flowed from her body, and he was thrilled. She‟d need it later,

no doubt. But now he wanted more on his tongue. Much more.

Holding her in place with one hand at her hip, he ran the other up the

inside of her thigh, then pressed a finger inside her. Her heat enveloped

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him instantly, her flesh clinging, still rippling with the aftereffects of her

climax.

“No more playing around. Just fuck me.”

Not until she was good and ready. Not until he dismantled whatever

wall she‟d erected between them. Not until her body had completely

surrendered.

Luc didn‟t bother with words. Instead, he slid two fingers into her

pussy. Tight. God, every time he got inside her it was a delicious struggle

he always looked forward to. Today would be even better because she was

still swollen from their last encounter.

With a twist of his wrist, he finally submerged his fingers inside her. A

few seconds and a bit of fondling later, he found that sensitive smooth spot

that drove her mad and rubbed unmercifully as he set his mouth back on

her clit.

She gasped, grabbing the sheets around her, her body bowing as she

tried to absorb the sensations.

Against his fingers and tongue, he could feel her flesh grow more slick

and swollen. Her breath began to catch; then she moaned.

“Luc. Oh, Luc. Please . . . It‟s too much. Too big. Oh!”

In that moment, he wanted to deliver the kind of pleasure that would

devastate her, break her will to resist him ever again.

He rolled her clit around on his tongue like candy, swiping it from top to

bottom, side to side. Her sleek thighs tightened, her fists on the headboard

grew more frantic, and her folds swelled so beautifully. Luc pulled his

mouth away for a moment to look at her.
Yes!
Her flesh throbbed, an angry red that demanded fulfillment.

She breathed a moment of relief—until that itchy, achy feeling caught

up to her and made its demands known.

Then she whimpered. “Luc!”

“Don‟t want me to stop, do you?”

“No. Please, no.”

That was all the cue he needed. Grinning, he settled his mouth around

her clit once more and sucked in. With teeth and tongue, he worked her,

scraping her with pleasure until her whole body tightened, then pulsed. She

keened out a release that stripped her throat raw.

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Satisfaction spiked through Luc. God, he loved a job well-done.

But he wasn‟t through with her yet.

He urged her down his body, spreading her legs wider with his knees,

holding his waiting cock up with his other hand.

“Wait!” She sounded as though she was trying to catch her breath.

“Condom? We . . . forgot last time.”

He‟d been too busy and overwhelmed to think of it.

Luc hesitated, then finally said, “I‟m clean.”

“I am, too, but not on birth—”

Surging up, he covered her mouth with his. No need to let her finish

that sentence. Didn‟t matter, and he didn‟t want to think about it, much less

confess his sterility. He probably should wear a condom with her . . . but

taking Alyssa bareback was a sublime experience he couldn‟t forgo.

For a second, she struggled against the kiss, but he persisted,

devouring her in a slow fire that soon had her meeting him, melting against

him, her mouth every bit as hungry.

Burning up inside, he pushed her down the last few inches, onto his

erection.

The slide in was a bit easier this time than last. Still a struggle. Still

every bit as hot and devastating as he‟d come to expect. The friction made

him cross-eyed, ripped a moan from his throat. He gritted his teeth to hold

himself together, especially when she gasped and grabbed his hair.

Staving off all the sensation became doubly difficult when she writhed on

top of him, ensuring that the head of his cock bumped her cervix. He

couldn‟t be in deeper.

It was amazing. No, fucking amazing.

“That good, sugar?”

Alyssa whimpered her answer. He smiled. Then lifted her in a slow

withdrawal.

As he thrust into his first stroke, pleasure burned his gut, gripped his

cock. Totally overwhelming. He‟d wanted this to be yearning and

unforgettable. Now she‟d overloaded him on desire and he just had to hope

he didn‟t become a battering ram. She must come again. Despite his

skyrocketing need, that wasn‟t negotiable.

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Tightening his hands on her hips, he began to fuck her in deep, hard

strokes, his entire body tightening, sizzling, with the feel of her all around

him. One thrust after another, coming faster . . . faster. He couldn‟t get

enough, feel enough. Being with her . . . The sex was so much more than

just sex. Intense, incredible. Holding back the pleasure got more difficult

with every lunge inside her lush body, especially as she tightened around

him, gasping and mewling.

“Yes!” she cried in his ear as she brought her body flush against his.

“Luc . . . Oh, God!”

Hearing her scream his name was killing his self-control. He wanted to

lavish pleasure on her for hours, days. But the heat was combustive,

burning him up with liquid fire. The pressure, the need, gnawed at his

composure. Still, he vowed to take Alyssa with him.

Her breast bobbed in front of his mouth, and he took its tender tip in

and sucked. She arched her back, pressing her nipple against his tongue.

Against her flesh, he whispered, “Come for me.”

“Yes,” she sobbed and clamped down on his cock.

He couldn‟t hold it in anymore. The base of his spine tingled. His balls

tightened. Thankfully, Alyssa was with him, gripping him tight with her

pussy, then milking him with hard pulses and desperate kisses across his

face, her arms tight around his neck. Luc clung to her while he surged

inside her as deep as possible and nudged her cervix.

For a greedy, unguarded moment, he imagined Alyssa wearing his

ring, beside him in bed every night, in their house, with
his
child swelling her belly. The thought burst the damn of his self-control and orgasm

crashed over him. The vision still dancing in his head, he exploded deep in

her body.

After the last shudder, his brain kicked in. What a fucking ridiculous

fantasy—for so many reasons.

As soon as Alyssa caught her breath, she slumped against him.